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VI.

Yet ’midſt the plaudits of a grateful land,
His heaven-born ſoul reviews his priſtine ſtate;
And in obedience to divine command,
Numberleſs poor are feaſted at his gate.

VII.

Thrice happy greatneſs, true philoſophy,
That does ſo well the uſe of riches know,
And can by charity tranſpire the ſky,
Encompaſs’d round with ſplendour here below.

VIII.

O may poſterity from ſuch a pair,
Enjoy a progeny almoſt divine,
Great as their ſire, and as their mother fair,
And good as both, till laſt extent of time.

 

Elijah